Komer never took Puber's threats seriously; such power-hungry people, if you let them rest, would probably wallow in idleness until it made them sick. In Komer's eyes, his old friend was the epitome of a paranoid crazed individual. Perhaps it was the psychology of someone who'd been bullied too much, that once they had a taste of great power, they couldn't resist the urge to indulge fully.
However, Puber's performance was indeed impeccable. Though a bit stingy, it was all in the name of economizing for his role as a Lord; and though somewhat lecherous, that was his private life. Komer believed there would come a day when Puber, unable to withstand the draining bedroom skills of the Half-elf Prostitutes, would slump with both big and small heads hanging, and remain obediently at home.
